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€Yes—he Is dead/ repeated my father-, as if he
were trying to assure himself that he was saying
the truth.

My mother's breast heaved with emotion, but
she said nothing for a time. Then she turned her
eyes toward the dark, windy door3 which my
father had left up5 and said:


"His wife doesn't know/ said my father. 'She
awoke and he was singing his Death Song—and
there was blood coming from his mouth. He
spoke no words. . . . He died singing/

Then5 as if he suddenly remembered something
terrible and blasphemous^ my father uttered two

'Sahpo!    Sahpo!*

It was the Crows!    My father had said it.

White Dog had died from the Crow bullet
which had flattened itself against his chest.

These two words had no sooner left my father's
lips than a long, lone wail,, like that of a baying
wolf, went echoing through the camp. It was
White Dog's widow. This solitary lament was
taken up by a hundred female voices; and from
then on until dawn the camp reverberated with
this mournful volume of primitive wailing—the
Indian women's elemental way of expressing
their grief at the death of a relative or a great